Alternative Theology

While I was writing The Camerado Chronicles in the summer of 2009, I picked up The Last Temptation of Christ at a used book store, not knowing how deeply it would influence the rest of that project, nor the short story that would emerge directly from it. Here is the scene that inspired the writing … Continue reading →

“Just sit there right now. Don’t do a thing. Just rest. For your separation from God is the hardest work in this world. Let me bring you trays of food And something you like to drink. You can use my soft verse As a cushion For your head.” –Shams-ud-din Muhammad Hafiz, translated by Daniel Ladinsky … Continue reading →

avant-garde (from French, “advance guard” or “vanguard”, literally “fore-guard”) are people or works that are experimental or innovative, particularly with respect to art, culture, and politics. The avant-garde pushes the boundaries of what is accepted as the norm or the status quo, primarily in the cultural realm. —Wikipedia The word “religion” does not appear in … Continue reading →

Ever wonder how many sunrises you have left in this life? If you are thinking of a number, please, stop whatever you are doing. You are not free here. Somebody owns the name you call yourself, and it isn’t you. This is what it means to say your days are numbered –in truth, they are … Continue reading →

Sometimes a man rises from the supper table and goes outside. And he keeps on going because somewhere to the east there’s a church. His children bless his name as if he were dead. Another man stays at home until he dies, stays with plates and glasses. So then it is his children who go … Continue reading →

Eternal Life is happening to all of us, here and now. It is not a private island of fantasies to look forward to after putting up with life on earth. It is not a carrot to be dangled in front of us as a reward for good behavior or proper belief. We don’t need a … Continue reading →

God is fucking God somewhere, right now, in a basement apartment on a battered fold-out couch with sweat-stained sheets and an old Amish quilt. Her lascivious moans and the rhythmic creaking of the springs permeate the paper thin walls of the universe like the primal bang that brought forth creation from her yoni. Don’t like … Continue reading →